Mouse Clicks
He could hear the sound of the penguins getting smacked by his wife in the other room. She wasn’t very athletic, so it counted as exercise, he supposed, the clicking of the right mouse button over and over making a caveman bat penguins like baseballs. The game made a pleasant polyphonic xylophone tone each time she succeeded in hitting a penguin.
It would be an over simplification to say that she was fat as a result of her sedentary lifestyle, but suffice it to say the delicate little flower who had wrapped her legs around him and kissed his socks off while they were dating was now 60 pounds larger and planted in front of their computer whacking penguins. It made him sad.
He wanted to feel passion for her, but she seemed content in her new body, and equally as content with the new lifestyle she had assumed after their marriage. The vibrant, sexy woman he had fallen in love with now spent her days sitting in the front room watching TV and clicking the mouse, making oh so many mouse clicks.
It would be an over simplification to say that she was fat as a result of her sedentary lifestyle, but suffice it to say the delicate little flower who had wrapped her legs around him and kissed his socks off while they were dating was now 60 pounds larger and planted in front of their computer whacking penguins. It made him sad.
He wanted to feel passion for her, but she seemed content in her new body, and equally as content with the new lifestyle she had assumed after their marriage. The vibrant, sexy woman he had fallen in love with now spent her days sitting in the front room watching TV and clicking the mouse, making oh so many mouse clicks.
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